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A year passes for a wolf as a decade does for a man. Time is no miser when one lives always in the now.
narrator in Royal Assassin
There is no place so dark as the open water at night.
narrator in Royal Assassin
He sensed her disgust that there was no wide, flat space prepared for a dragon to land. What sort of a city was this?
narrator in Ship of Destiny
She snorted to herself. Lords of the Three Realms. Rulers of Earth, Sea and Sky, yet master of none of them.
narrator in Ship of Destiny
Vivacia didn't answer her question. Her green eyes were deep as the ocean as they met Etta's gaze. The inevitability of the ocean was in her look.
narrator in Ship of Destiny
Green nubs on the dry sticks of the clematis promised that the appearance of death was not death itself.
narrator in Ship of Destiny
History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
narrator in Fool's Errand
It was one of those rare days that came sometimes in the midst of winter, a day that reminded one that spring must come sometime, that the life of the forest was sleeping in the dark rich soil under the blanket of cold white snow. The sky was a bottomless blue, the dark green of the pines a stabbing contrast. The white snow held a light of its own, glinting so brightly that Heckram squinted and felt the water rise in his eyes. There was a perfection to the scene that nothing man-made could even imitate.
narrator in The Reindeer People
There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.
narrator in Assassin's Quest
A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.
narrator in Assassin's Quest
She trusted to her simple life to protect her. Kennit knew the truth of that. No one can have so little that someone else can find nothing to envy. Poverty and simplicity were not shields from the greed of others. If you had nothing left to steal, they'd take your body and enslave it.
narrator in The Mad Ship
She flew toward the city. The closer she came, the more obvious became its death. The road was not only completely devoid of the lively traffic it had once sustained; at one point, a landslide had sheared the road away entirely. The memory stone still recalled blackly that it had been told to be a road. She could sense the trapped memories of the merchants and soldiers and nomadic traders who had once traversed it still humming in the stone. Grass and moss had not overcome it. The road still shone, black, straight and level as it made its businesslike way to the city. The road still recalled itself as a highway, but no one else in the world did.
narrator in Ship of Destiny
Years as lost and wasted as fresh rain falling on oily city streets.
narrator in Wizard of the Pigeons
This morning she had stood in the tangled brush and young trees that sprouted from that long-ago landslide. She had peered up the slick black rock to a certain ledge more than three-quarters of the way up the mountain. She had measured herself against the task of reaching that ledge and found that it was hopeless. Then she had begun her climb.
narrator in Harpy's Flight
I turned aside from the sight, sickened and cold. A terrible premonition washed over me. This was how the whole world would end. No matter how much of the forest's skin they flayed it would never be enough for these men. They would continue over the face of the earth, leaving desecration and devastation behind them. They would devour the forest and excrete piles of buildings made of stone wrenched from the earth or from dead trees. They would hammer paths of bare stone between their dwellings, and dirty the rivers and subdue the land until it could recall only the will of man. They could not stop themselves from what they did. They did not see what they did, and even if they saw, they did not know how to stop. They no longer knew what was enough. Men could no longer stop man; it would take the force of a god himself to halt them. But they were mindlessly butchering the only god who might have had the strength to stop them.
narrator in Shaman's Crossing
I had glimpsed something immense and wonderful, and in the next instance had seen its destruction. I felt like a child, shown a most desirable plaything that is then whisked away. I could not discard the feeling that I had been cheated. The world I had expected to live in was vanishing before I could explore it.
narrator in Shaman's Crossing
There is a fragrance in the forest. It does not come from a single flower or leaf. It is not the rich aroma of dark crumbly earth or the sweetness of fruit that has passed from merely ripe to mellow and rich. The scent I recalled was a combination of all these things, and of sunlight touching and awakening their essences and of a very slight wind that blended them perfectly. She smelled like that.
narrator in Forest Mage
Spirit journeys to tree women and lying to my father did not fit with my day-to-day understanding of my existence so I discarded them. I think it is how most men get from one day to the next; they set aside all experiences that do not mesh with their perception of themselves.
How different would our perception of reality be if, instead, we discarded the mundane events that cannot
co-exist with our dreams?
narrator in Shaman's Crossing
Instead, I lay there and thought what a stupid boy I had been last summer. I had courted a woman, thinking that I was walking out with a girl. Those three years difference in age had mattered so much to me, but in all the wrong ways. I had thought she had seen me as a boy, and despaired of winning her. So I had acted like a boy, instead of trying to make her see me as a man. And the boy had hurt her, and yes, deceived her, and in all likelihood, lost her forever. The dark closed down, blackness everywhere but for one whirling spark.
She had loved the boy, and foreseen a life together for us. I clung to the spark and sank into sleep.
narrator in Royal Assassin
I felt my anger building to an unbearable heat. The wind whipped at my hair and sought to chill me, but I only strode faster, and felt the strength of my hatred grow hotter. It lured me and I followed it like the scent of fresh blood.
I turned a corner and found myself in the market. Threatened by the coming storm, the poorer merchants were packing up their goods from the blankets and mats. Those with stalls were fastening their shutters. I strode past them. People scuttled out of my way. I brushed past them, not caring how they stared.
I came to the animal vendor's stall, and stood face to face with myself. He was gaunt, with bleak dark eyes. He glared at me balefully, and the waves of hatred pulsing out from him washed over me in greeting. Our hearts beat to the same rhythm. I felt my upper lip twitch, as if to snarl up and bare my pitiful human teeth. I straightened my features, battened by emotion back under control. But the caged wolf cub with dirty grey coat stared up at me, and lifted his black lips to reveal all his teeth.
narrator in Royal Assassin
There are moments that leave a man's heart pumping so strong and free that no chill can touch him. I felt alive and completed, vindicated in all I had done.
narrator in Fool's Fate
Perhaps having the courage to find a better path is having the courage to risk making new mistakes.
narrator in The Golden Fool
There had been a few occasions when words had so reached into him and settled their truth in him like roots in rich earth. Some of the very best teachers at the monastery could wake this awe in him, when they spoke in simple words a truth that had swum unvoiced inside him.
narrator in Ship of Magic
How different would our perception of reality be if, instead, we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?
Narrator in Shaman's Crossing
Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.
Wolves have no kings.
narrator in Royal Assassin
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A storm of gems they were.
Scaled wings jewel-like glittered.
Eyes flaming, wings fanning
The dragons came.
Too flashing bright for memory to hold.
The promise of a thousand songs fulfilled.
Claws shredding, jaws devouring
The King returned.
Verity´s Reckoning by Starling Birdsong from "the Golden Fool"